Run away from the what,
let the how lead the way
Keep the questions before you
and the answers at bay
Deem your motion perpetual
with all stops left behind
As those presents unwrapped
open up in your mind
May the wind rise to greet you
and your sun never set
On those places now virgin
and a lover unmet
May the wisdom of sages
be your rallying cry
As you course through the ages
—ever wondering why
(Train-New Haven: March,2015)
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